Today was full of wanting.
Deep inside me. Wanting to be fucked.
I sent Bill these messages:
I need sex Bill. I'm going mad. Such strong desires. They will overpower me and I'm afraid of making bad choices. I need physical sex. I can't continue on like this. And it's tearing me apart emotionally. I can't lose you but I can't keep going without sex, you know what happens to me, like when we met. It's getting worse everyday.
I need a man to touch me, to grab me, put his hands on my breasts, to grab and pinch my nipples hard to pull on them, make me cry out, I need to be restrained, my legs spread, for his inspection, his enjoyment, I need to be flogged, whipped to the edge of speaking my safe word, I need these things, I need to be taken, used. I crave it like a drug. I need to be told when to cum, and when not to, I need it so badly.
He said call me.
He was harsh with me. But in the most amazing way. Letting me know, he is the one in control, not me. I fucking love him so much.
He let me cum, although, I didn't think he was going to.
It was fucking amazing.
I'm still wanting.
He said later, he will find time.
YES! YES! YES!